Saturday, 11 September 2010

I have a scar

I have a scar on my knee
When my uncle went to pee
When I tried to flee
And then I fell free
From his bike, when I was eight


I have a scar on my head
I just get on a swing
My head down, I cling
My head hit down and bounced off
When my vision, for a while, went off


I have a scar on my hand
I just tried to cook
A recipe from a book
Which didn’t mention bout the cautions
When my hand took no precautions


And I have a huge scar on my Heart
Beneath it, all memories queued
For the sake of your Mood,
You many never want to know it
So just leave it

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